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‘
Should
you
like
to
go
tomorrow
?
’
Being
already
no
stranger
to
the
general
rapidity
of
my
aunt
’
s
evolutions
,
I
was
not
surprised
by
the
suddenness
of
the
proposal
,
and
said
:
‘
Yes
.
’
‘
Good
,
’
said
my
aunt
again
.
‘
Janet
,
hire
the
grey
pony
and
chaise
tomorrow
morning
at
ten
o
’
clock
,
and
pack
up
Master
Trotwood
’
s
clothes
tonight
.
’
I
was
greatly
elated
by
these
orders
;
but
my
heart
smote
me
for
my
selfishness
,
when
I
witnessed
their
effect
on
Mr
.
Dick
,
who
was
so
low
-
spirited
at
the
prospect
of
our
separation
,
and
played
so
ill
in
consequence
,
that
my
aunt
,
after
giving
him
several
admonitory
raps
on
the
knuckles
with
her
dice
-
box
,
shut
up
the
board
,
and
declined
to
play
with
him
any
more
.
But
,
on
hearing
from
my
aunt
that
I
should
sometimes
come
over
on
a
Saturday
,
and
that
he
could
sometimes
come
and
see
me
on
a
Wednesday
,
he
revived
;
and
vowed
to
make
another
kite
for
those
occasions
,
of
proportions
greatly
surpassing
the
present
one
.
In
the
morning
he
was
downhearted
again
,
and
would
have
sustained
himself
by
giving
me
all
the
money
he
had
in
his
possession
,
gold
and
silver
too
,
if
my
aunt
had
not
interposed
,
and
limited
the
gift
to
five
shillings
,
which
,
at
his
earnest
petition
,
were
afterwards
increased
to
ten
.
We
parted
at
the
garden
-
gate
in
a
most
affectionate
manner
,
and
Mr
.
Dick
did
not
go
into
the
house
until
my
aunt
had
driven
me
out
of
sight
of
it
.
My
aunt
,
who
was
perfectly
indifferent
to
public
opinion
,
drove
the
grey
pony
through
Dover
in
a
masterly
manner
;
sitting
high
and
stiff
like
a
state
coachman
,
keeping
a
steady
eye
upon
him
wherever
he
went
,
and
making
a
point
of
not
letting
him
have
his
own
way
in
any
respect
.
When
we
came
into
the
country
road
,
she
permitted
him
to
relax
a
little
,
however
;
and
looking
at
me
down
in
a
valley
of
cushion
by
her
side
,
asked
me
whether
I
was
happy
?
‘
Very
happy
indeed
,
thank
you
,
aunt
,
’
I
said
.
She
was
much
gratified
;
and
both
her
hands
being
occupied
,
patted
me
on
the
head
with
her
whip
.
‘
Is
it
a
large
school
,
aunt
?
’
I
asked
.
‘
Why
,
I
don
’
t
know
,
’
said
my
aunt
.
‘
We
are
going
to
Mr
.
Wickfield
’
s
first
.
’
‘
Does
he
keep
a
school
?
’
I
asked
.
